Page 23 of Protective Heroes

“Fuck, yes! That’s it, baby.” He plunges into me hard as I come all over his cock. He pounds into me again and again until his hot cum releases inside me. “So pretty and hungry for my milk. Take all of it.”

And I do. Standing in the kitchen of my diner, staring out at my friends and neighbors as Ryder plants his seed deep, deep inside me, and I feel something change between us. I feel branded and taken by him. And judging by the way his arms clench around me, holding me close to his body as we both came down from our orgasms, I know he felt it, too.

“Something burning, Kandy?” Theo’s voice booms into the kitchen from the dining room, bringing me back to reality. I jump, causing Ryder’s dick to slide out of me, spilling our mixed juices down my thighs.

Disappointed at the loss of him, I do my best to turn my attention back to the pancakes as more of his cum trickles down to wet my panties.

He kisses the side of my neck. You know the place I’m talking about. The place that has you wanting to throw your arms around the man who just made you see stars and demand an encore, before taking a step back to right himself. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Ryder tuck his cock back into his jeans.

When he’s done, he comes to stand behind me, his hands smoothing my clothes down as I start to pile pancakes and bacon onto round, white plates and place them in the pickup window.

He presses another warm, wet kiss to the back of my neck, and his breath sends a shiver down my spine.

I glance down quickly to make sure I am all put back together.

“Don’t worry, Beautiful. Nobody but me gets to see you looking like you’ve just been taking my cock. That’s only for you and me.” He pushes my hair back off my face, running his hand over it in an attempt to tame the unruly strands.

The sweetness of his assurances, along with his gentle touch, causes my heart to squeeze and has me wishing for more than I can have. I look at him again wistfully this time, as for one brief moment I allow myself a second to wish my body belonged to him forever and always, and not just for the next day.

But I am too realistic to indulge in that kind of wishful thinking for too long. I stare up at his beautiful, hard face for a brief instant before I turn back to the window.

“Order up,” I call, glad for the reminder of reality. I will keep my promise to myself and not to lose my head or my heart to the domineering biker who roared back into my life so abruptly. He’ll be roaring back out just as fast and I’ll be damned if he takes my heart with him.

Nine

Ryder

Monday comes much sooner than I want it to.

As I sit at the counter of the Kandy’s cafe, my mind replays the last few days. Each of the days were spent much like the first one—with Kandy under me, over me, taking me any and every way she could. I keep thinking I’ll have my fill of her and be ready to move on, but since taking her in the diner’s kitchen, it seems every time I sink into her delicious, sweet body, it only serves to fuel my craving for more.

Of course, all the times I took her is mixed with all the frequent interruptions from her neighbors—a call involving a goat and dog caught tangled together in a sewer drain. Apparently, a frequent occurrence. A distraught young woman needing a can of gas brought to the side of the road where her car stalled. A guy needing a power of attorney form notarized, and someone with an urgent desire to license their dog.

It found that in addition to being the owner of the town’s only restaurant, mechanic shop, gas station, and fire chief, Kandy is also the only notary in a fifty-mile radius and the town clerk.

The woman never sleeps.

By this morning, I was ready to put her on the back of my bike and ride off into the sunset with her just to give her a few minutes of peace. But she never once complains about all the people around her needing something.

Over the weekend, my thoughts lingered on the idea of continuing my relationship with her. I even entertained the idea of moving her into my Boston apartment. But as the weekend progressed, I learned a few things about Kandy. Her mother passed first from a car accident and her father followed shortly after. Her belief is he died of a broken heart. All this happened only a year after me and my family uprooted to New York City.

The poor woman hadn’t even graduated high school yet and already lost both her parents.

The gas station and diner had been theirs, and the only thing she has left to remember them by.

I also learned that the people I labeled busybodies at the diner Sunday morning were actually the people Kandy considered family. They stepped up to the plate when she was alone at seventeen and hadn’t expected to be left to take care of herself and her parents’ business at such a young age. My feelings about her nosy neighbors softened once I realized one of the reasons she did so much to care for them was because they’d all been the ones to take care of her when she was alone in the world.

Having lost so much at such a young age, followed by the loss of her douche fiancé to her maid of honor, it made it crystal clear Kandy needed the people of her town as much as they needed her. She needed to feel like she had a place in this world. With each new revelation, the idea of taking Kandy back to Boston faded a bit more and by this morning I knew for a fact she was here to stay.

And while I can offer her all the comforts money can buy, no one can replace a sense of belonging. I never had to fight for a place in this world. I grew up with a family support system, commanded men in battle and fought hard to bring them all home alive. I’m friends with most of them and the ones who have retired from service now work with me in my securities firm.

No fancy sprawling apartment with modern decor takes the place of family and friends.

“Hey, there, boy. I hear you’re hitting the road later today.” Tommy slides onto the stool next to me, clapping me on the shoulder.

I tip my chin down in acknowledgement.

“I just poked my head into the workshop and Kandy is working on your bike. Guess you’re excited to get back to the city and leave our little Podunk town behind. Big shot like you.”

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